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O night, divine

December 24, 2008
Times-Republican

'Twas the night before Christmas.

Few of us can't help but think of the famous story of the night before Christmas - it's tale of no one sleeping, a clatter on the lawn, and a visit from Jolly Old St. Nick.

Christmas Eve, however is about so much more than the food, the presents, the stockings and the stories of Santa Claus. It's a holy night filled with the glory of the birth of God's own son. A night of rejoicing, of raising our voices in song and celebration, a night of reflection on that most wonderful of miracles so many centuries ago.

As you celebrate Christmas Eve this year, take time to reflect on its true meaning as so well written in the words on the 1847 carol "O Holy Night" by Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure.

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,

It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining.

Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!

O night divine, the night when Christ was born;

O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,

Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.

The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;

In all our trials born to be our friends.

He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,

Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

 
 

 

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